The current boss of Vaughn Clinic?!
The venue suddenly fell into silence, as if soone had cut the power, with no sound for a long ti.
Recently, Vaughn Clinic has been in the spotlight dostically, first with its special dicine, then with a cancer cell inhibitor, shocking the world one ti after another.
Especially with the fa of the inhibitor, even relatively remote towns have heard of Vaughn Clinic and its boss, Ann Vaughn.
Yet due to the inhibitor’s limited availability, it is currently only available in The Imperial Capital, with countless patients transferred to The Imperial Capital Hospital from other places every day.
There are even rumors that any patient treated by Ann Vaughn will be cured by her.
Many guests at the venue had once spent a fortune trying to cut the queue to secure Ann Vaughn’s appointnt but to no avail.
"It’s said that Dr. Vaughn can determine any illness just at a glance, and can even tell the pregnancy duration, amazing..."
"Herbalist Hospital students cried, if she calls this slight dical understanding, then what I know is utterly worthless."
"Even if Ian Vaughn didn’t get this girl pregnant, there’s no escape from the student-teacher romance, right? Sylvia Halloway certainly wouldn’t tarnish her forr fiancé for nothing."
"..."
Sylvia Halloway listened to the crowd’s discussions, her face sowhat pale, her gaze at Ann Vaughn a little wary.
But a bow once drawn cannot turn back.
"To absolve Ian Vaughn, what won’t you say? Do you think your words are believable?"
Ann Vaughn ignored her, her cold eyes fixated on the trembling girl, "I ask you, when did you start seeing Ian Vaughn, and where did you go on dates?"
"We, we started seeing each other half a year ago, he...he was afraid of our affair being discovered and didn’t go on dates, he always stayed at ho." The girl felt a cold shiver run through her, stamring as she answered.
"His ho or yours?"
The girl’s voice began to tremble, "He...no, my ho, he always ca to find ..."
"What car did he drive to find you? His favorite Rolls-Royce Silver Ghost?" Ann Vaughn continued questioning.
"Yes, yes, I liked it too..."
So that’s it.
Ann Vaughn glanced at her phone screen, then her gaze casually fell on the girl’s face, "You’re lying. Ian Vaughn doesn’t like the Rolls-Royce Silver Ghost at all."
Sylvia Halloway and the girl’s faces changed.
"You have one last chance to speak the truth. Otherwise, I won’t hesitate to ensure you and the father of the child in your belly are branded for life, forced to live in disgrace in this world," Ann Vaughn’s lips curled cruelly, "to live in sha."
The girl’s face instantly turned ashen, her hands wrinkling her dress.
"This surna is indeed uncommon." Seeing her hesitate, Ann Vaughn smiled faintly.
The girl froze, her breath tightening as she said impulsively, "Miss Halloway gave one million to keep this child, put the bla on Professor Vaughn, and deliberately collided with Vaughn’s family to cause a miscarriage, so they would carry a bad reputation!"
"I have the recording of the call with Miss Halloway and the transfer record! What I said is true; it was all under Miss Halloway’s instructions, nothing to do with !"
The crowd was in uproar.
Those who had just said Sylvia Halloway had no reason to sar Ian Vaughn felt their faces burn.
Sylvia Halloway wanted to refute, but the words were stuck in her throat.
The girl was timid and easy to bully, which was why Sylvia Halloway found her to play this role.
However, Sylvia forgot that the more timid soone is, the more cautious they are.
"You’re spitting lies!" As she glared fiercely at the girl, Sylvia Halloway looked towards the silent Old Master Halloway beside her, "Grandfather..."
"Sylvia, you will move back to M Country tomorrow; after today, unless it’s important, don’t return again." Old Master Halloway said gravely.
It wasn’t anger at Sylvia for causing trouble but at her for picking a fight and losing, letting others hold the lifeline!
Upon hearing Old Master Halloway’s words, Ann Vaughn chuckled, passing her phone to him.
"Old Master Halloway might want to listen to what’s in here before concluding."
When the recording revealed Sylvia Halloway and another man in obscene language and nauseating sounds, Old Master Halloway’s face turned beet-red.
"Sylvia Halloway! You needn’t go to M Country; from this day forth, the Halloway Family has no daughter by your na, you need not co back!"
Old Master Halloway, enraged, spat these words at the devastated Sylvia and stord off.
Only Sylvia remained standing there, looking incredulous.
Ann Vaughn’s lips curled in a faint mocking smile, showing no hint of pity.
If only Sylvia Halloway had been more ruthless, using these sches against her grandfather during last year’s engagent annulnt.
The Vaughns might have long been in ruins, cursed for the rest of their days.
To the two elderly people, such a blow would be devastating.
Passing by the trembling Sylvia Halloway, Ann Vaughn’s red lips curved in a beautiful arc, her voice icy cold.
"To provoke The Vaughns, I’ll make you regret ever coming into this world."
If it weren’t for the recording being released, Sylvia Halloway and that man would face sha, but Ian Vaughn would also be ridiculed behind his back.
It wasn’t only Old Master Halloway who had heard the content inside.
With those words, Ann Vaughn gracefully lifted her dress and departed the venue.
Not knowing that, thanks to that audacious little influencer who kept her phone lens focused on Old Master Halloway, everything that happened just now was seen clearly by over two million viewers who later joined the livestream.
Old Master Halloway wanted to expel Sylvia Halloway from the family as a way to calm Ann Vaughn’s fury, trying to protect her.
Yet he hadn’t realized that the last shred of dignity for Sylvia and the family had already been pulled away.
Brooke Ryan, waiting for an opportunity to see Ann Vaughn embarrassed, realized things were awry when she saw the dress Ann wore and Old Master Halloway’s overly respectful attitude towards her, thus she dared not reveal herself.
Fearing that this daunting woman would target her again, forcing her to "keep the child and discard the mother."
Yet Brooke Ryan couldn’t comprehend how, despite Ann Vaughn having avoided her supposedly foolproof plan, the limited edition custom dress Ann wore ca to be.
...
Outside, the drizzle had started, and Ann Vaughn didn’t have an umbrella, so she waited in a sheltered spot for her driver to arrive.
Looking at the anonymous email on her phone, Ann Vaughn furrowed her delicate brows, lost in thought.
Who was the one who sent her the photos and information about that girl and her boyfriend?
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